I'm willing to share small tidbits of me. Who I am. What I experience. Why I do what I do. Just ramdom thoughts from me. Enjoy!
Who?
Name::Random me From::California, United States
I am a wife and mother of two boys. I work full-time in the electronics industry. It took me 6 years to graduate college (no, I'm not embarrassed-I finished, Dammit!) SJSU class of 1990. I love to cook, because I love good food. I'll pass on sweets, but will eat something with garlic or onion in a minute. I HATE cheese, except Mozzerella on pizza-and that has to be combination pizza. I hate chick flicks, but love a good thriller. My husband and I are real estate investors on the side. View my complete profile
Just when you think a little Hallmark card is simply a little thing, think again. I have a co-worker, from another department, who went out on disability a few months back. He had liver disease and needed a liver transplant. I knew he didn't look healthy the months leading up to his announced departure-significant weight loss, gaunt looking, bloated belly, but I didn't want to say anything.
When he came and said his "goodbyes" and finally told us he would be out for a while or possibly never come back, my heart sank. He said he needed a liver transplant, but he was pretty far down the list. Many of us didn't think he would make it.
We received a call from him three weeks ago from Stanford. A nurse had administered a dose of Ibuprofen to him accidentally and he immediately became jaundiced. He laughingly said his skin was the color of Bart Simpson. Obviously, not funny, but he was able to make light of a situation gone horribly wrong. A week later his wife called to say he'd received his transplant shortly after the jaundice situation and was healing well.
I bought a "get well" card that night and everyone in my department signed it and we mailed it to his home address. Yesterday, he called from the hospital, very emotional and let a couple people know that the card meant so much to him. He was sobbing on the phone. Apparently, it has been the second "anything" he'd received throughout his ordeal. The first "simple" card, was sent by my group before he was hospitalized, letting him know we were thinking about him.
I was actually shocked that no one from his own group had sent anything or even taken the time to call. It's not that he's some nasty little man, some ogre or some loud-mouthed pompous ass. He's a quiet person, always pleasant, you can't help but like him, but you'd overlook him in a crowd of people.
When my grandmother was in convalescent care from Alzheimer's, there was one family, a former employer, that always sent her a card for her birthday, Christmas, Easter and sometimes other random holidays. Even though my grandmother was oblivious to the cards, each time I saw one, my eyes would well up with tears. How thoughtful to let people know that you're on their minds. I did sent that family a card in response on one occasion, letting them know how much those cards meant to our family.
If you're reading this, just know that greeting cards can mean the world to someone receiving them. Send someone a card today.
Posted by Random me ::
10:22 AM ::
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